Happy 22nd Anniversary, DC.

Thank you, for everything you’ve done for me,
the heathens & the minions.

I love you.

Love,

So…I’ve noticed its been a while that I’ve blogged.  I know…lazy ass, am I.  God…I’m turning into Yoda.

Let’s see…since last I left you, we’ve had:

• Jake turn 7  (NO!!!)
• parents invade my homestead  (freaky enough…it was actually COOL seeing my Mom)
• football starts  (the 1 thing that helps keep me sane in the fall)
• my house stinks (me being crazy)
• started back in school (me)
• rabbit die  (WTF?!?!?!?  I just spent $200 on that damn thing & this happens.  Damn near broke Lea’s heart)
• an upcoming 12th birthday to celebrate  (oh GOD!!  an ALMOST teen!!  thank the maker its a boy)

Where does the time go anymore?  I so hate the sands falling in that hour-glass.  They suck.

There was already a post about Jake.  So ’nuff said on that topic.

So yeah….my parents were here.  As much as I bitch about my Mom (you know she’s nucking futs, right?) it was AWESOME to see her.  I think I like her.  This is just too creepy for my taste.  Seriously.  Pop is still Pop…annoying, funny & sweet as all hell.  I may be a Daddy’s girl, but I just ADORE my step-dad.  He rocks in so many ways.  And the kids had fun with Nana & Papa.  We did cool stuff.  Pool, eat, play.  It was really weird though to have them here & its not Christmas.  LOL!!  But word has it that they will return this holiday with…..SIBLINGS!!!  EGADS!!!  That’ll be a hoot. 

Football.  Is there anything better?  Peyton, Brett, Eli.  ::SIGH::  But I’m freaking out this year.  No Tony Dungy on the Colts sideline, no John Madden babble or scribble & WTF is going on with The Commish & his “we’re cracking down on you assholes who play this game” policy?  Why is Vick playing again?  More shit I don’t get. 

My house stinks….but only to me.  Its been hot here in Raleigh.  More humid than normal so the house has been closed for weeks now (god i CRAVE fresh air!!) and for me…this place smells so bad.  You’re going to ask me what it smells like, aren’t you?  You know you are, so I’ll tell you.  It smells how you would imagine dust would smell….if it were moldy…..and stale…..and vaguely grandma-ish.  And according to everyone…its in my head.  And it is.  Cause now I smell this smell outside.  In our van.  In my SCHOOL.  So yeah…its my head gone stupid.  I get phantom smells all the time.  Usually either right before or right after a migraine.  Dunno.  Gonna call the Doc & see what’s up.

School.  I.  Am.  Back.  Even though its a PITA, I’m there.  4 classes, 14 more credits.  Math (yuck.), Anthro, History 2 & French 1.  Yes, I realize I studied French in junior high & high school.  I can read French.  I can’t speak it to save my life.  Used to.  Hence the “1″.  It’s hectic.  I’m there M-F from 8-1.  But shit.  Its better than sitting here getting more stupid by the second, letting my brain go to waste.  Besides…its cool I’m not the only old person there.  And as a bonus…I got my Anthro & History teacher back.  Remember I had to drop last semester due to me…almost dying & shit.  And they were happy to see me back.  Which is really nice since I like they’re teaching style & technique.  I’ll have to remember this for when I’m the Professor. 

Ellie died.  I’m pissed & sad.  I JUST bought this bunny a new home & all sorts of shit.  $200 worth.  Don’t know what happened.  The girls went out to feed her & she was (to quote Monty Python…John Cleese is a GOD), “‘E’s not pinin’! ‘E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! ‘E’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! ‘E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ‘e’d be pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s off the twig! ‘E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!“….well ex-bunny.  And shit Lea is brokenhearted.  We got her Ellie cause she saved a field bunny from some evil neighborhood boys.  Shit.  I hate this crap.  Pets are so temporary and it kills you when they pass on.  Don’t even get me started on Fred or Ted.  No.

And WTF?!?!?  Another birthday.  UGH!  I’m tired of these teens.  Honestly….it tugs the old heart strings.  I miss them needing me for everything.  They’re pretty much self-sufficient.  So my Gabe will be 12 this Saturday.  He’s a pre-teen…Claudia’s Irish Twin (sibs born 18 months or closer).  He’s getting a golf/chess/UNC birthday.  Lots of cool stuff.  I just can’t believe he’s this old.  Cause that makes me this old.  And we all know how I hate my aging.

So yeah…long ass update, lots going on, many moving parts.  I’ll try to be more timely with my updates.  Keeps ‘em shorter.

And if you could spare a prayer or two….this household needs a turn-around PRONTO.

I’d anticipated the stork’s delivery 2 weeks prior…but alas…the little prince kinda liked his roost & was reluctant to abandon it…at all costs.  After several discussions with the Doc, the date of August 3rd was set.  But due to the full moon & since my delivery wasn’t exactly “medically necessary”, we got the old brush-off.

It wasn’t until late that evening I was called by an apologetic Dr. Grey, who promised I’d be able to gaze into a most heavenly set of eyes on Sunday, August 4th 2002.

Jake & I had already developed a rapport with each other the whole time he was cooking.  I would talk to him & he would resoundingly kick in response.  When I laughed, he would twitch as though he was chuckling right alongside his Mum.

It would be the last of my children.  Loved no more, loved no less.  But had his Mother’s sense of humor, sense of style and keen sense of impeccable timing (not to mention the incredible good looks).

And while his turning 7 makes me swell with pride…all the things he’s been able to accomplish in his short stint on the 3rd rock from the sun….its these same accomplishments that take him just a teensy step further away from being the baby he once was….totally dependent on Mom.  But in those same eyes that I gazed into on that sultry afternoon 7 years ago….I can see the amazing potential and brilliancy that will one day take him far beyond his Mother’s grasp.

Time and tide wait for no man or Mom for that matter.  Its bittersweet watching him grow and everyday has been a pleasure and a joy-ride.

Thank you, my Jake for all the laughs, for all the hugs, for all the kisses, for all the fun.  No matter how old you get…you’ll always be my baby boy…my Boo-Boo-Kitty.

Happy 7th Birthday Boo-Boo.

Eternally grateful and with undying love and support,
Mommy